After an hour of make-shifting some kind of chin height table for portrait tests...I most definitely resorted to using my bathroom for more than it's suggested purposes :) It's ironic that to come up with a simple look for a photograph, you just need to stare at your surrounding walls long enough to pull a macgyver. Amidst the see of images on Pinterest, I came across this stunning vintage portrait of some random chic in a stupid frilly bonnet leaning against a table and staring off into space. I immediately became entranced with a fudge brownie recipe to the left of it and in a flash, could not find the photo again...but the overall vibe really was thought provoking. As an artist, I constantly struggle with the demand for results verses the actual time it takes to just sit there and think about the strategy to get to the desired outcome. It's like sitting Dali down and saying "paint a picture about this...ok go" and expecting instant perfection. One of the most important aspects to my own process is to constantly be diving in and out of the same project, with breaks of alternate visuals. Sometimes you have to drop everything and come back to realize the next steps...or stare out into the great blue ( or grey in today's case) skies. I find myself going into this like...stare out the window phase for concepts...that to me is normal...but when I saw that old photo on Pinterest...I was basically like.." that's me...zoning the fuck out while looking fabulous" :)
Anyways...my make shift table turned into a homemade shit table, and I dragged my studio light and wig into the bathroom like all classy bitches do. To the eye, the end images appear serene and still....and behind the scenes, there's a toilet, a mirror and a tripod within chin's distance, all encasing you in a hot mess of a beauty shoot. Kind of like the mind I suppose, because what you see is not always the whole story.
Big shoots coming to the blog soon, by the way. I had my mini Wang rant a few weeks ago, but managed to fuck the system a tad and buy things people returned ....bless those fashion gods...granted I could only grab a could more things, but it will be a cold day in hell when I pass up shooting that amazingness. Also, thanking the Instagram gods for this situation as well. type in Wang's sacred hashtag and a feed of images captioned with witty lines about the amount of returns that magically appeared in H&M stores a week later. Also shooting a killer handbag editorial this weekend...stay tuned my pretties :)